I don’t know about other writers but I can’t seem to help spilling into my writing. Sometimes it is just a hint or bit of flavor, and often I find myself in my male characters as much or more than my females. I tend to write more from a male point of view, now that I think about it.
I would be interested to know if that is common with other writers. I highly recommend it, though some might consider me a bit of an exhibitionist for it. I think part of the fun is that no one knows which parts are me, and which parts are pure fiction. It is kind of like streaking, actually. I blur by and no one really know if they saw me or not.
Since this blog is called Mine Weep, I shall offer a few of the random thoughts and observations I have had in the past few days. I’ll try not to get you wet.
*There is one universal truth for women who are in the illusive process of losing weight: The first place the weight comes off is the tits. Every time. I quit smoking, have been eating amazingly (except a couple cookies), have been riding the bike 30-60 minutes a day for 6 weeks (haven’t missed a day), been lifting weights, and blam. Shirts are looser guess where? Sigh.
*I am letting my grey hair stay. I have colored my hair for years, and since I am trying to eliminate as many chemicals from my life as possible, I have stopped coloring. Wow. I am actually excited. I have a very young looking face, am getting super fit and sexy (see above), and have very long hair–soon to be partially white. I have always liked contradictions. Here is my rationale: the current trend in a lot of porn being MILFs and Hot Wives–I got something no twenty-something has–you can’t fake grey hair. There is no dye for that. Hey–I can look hot, and older/wiser/sophisticated/knowledgeable[wink]. What’s not to love? What kind of cougar would that make me if I were such an animal? A Snow leopard? White tiger? Take that, botox. I am determined to make it sexy for women to have character in their faces and white in their hair, just like all those sexy, older, distinguished men. Sweet.
*I am discovering that the book publishing business and the querying process is appealing to my competitive side. I tend to not be competitive with other people as much as I am with myself and with difficult odds. That’s right. You heard me, Universe. Stack the odds against me, and I’m going to find a way in. I’m going to find a way to become that shining star. I love being challenged to be better than I was yesterday. That is the thing that juices my engine.
*I’m going to say it again–the 40’s are the best years of my life (so far.)
*When all else fails it’s probably peri-menopause. What else could it be?
Now I’ve seen that people have been coming by here, so someone has to be the first. Say something. I don’t bite unless you like me to.